There is a bird flies around in the sky,
Wheeling and turning to try and espy
The smoke from the chimney, the windows that shine
In the house of the girl who is mine.

Chorus:
Where is the little street,
Where is the door,
Where is the house that my heart's longing for?
Where is the little street,
Where is the door,
Where is the girl that I love?

Just like that bird I have wandered around,
Hoping that somewhere that house could be found,
That little house, on that little street
Where she's waiting, my darling, my sweet.

(Chorus)